The spotlights were blinding.

I stood naked on the raised platform in the center of the main lounge, wrists cuffed loosely behind my back, ankles spread and locked to a pair of floor bolts so I couldn’t close my legs. The air was cool against my skin. Every shift of my weight made my breasts move, nipples already tight from the chill and the dozens of eyes on me. Music throbbed low through the club speakers, slow and heavy, the kind that felt like a pulse between my legs.

A handler in black moved around me with a small remote. The vibrating egg inside me was still on its lowest...